I want to be words. words are beautiful. the have the power to be everything. they leave me in awe.
But I could never be a picture. as a word I can sound so beautiful and look so elegant I can be everything. everything is a word. think of it this way. When in a relationship if I was to send you a photo of a heart. okay that’s nice you now have a picture of a lame object. a shape. and what does that really tell you? it has not been seen by your eyes with anything to say? it is and object. you have to assume you know why im sending it to you and what I endeavour for it to mean. it can be misinterpreted this way. however. I send you the words ‘I love you’ and it tells you everything you need to hear. it is your seldom in hard times. it is your comfort when you are lonely. it holds you together and gives you feeling. and you know exactly what I am saying and what it means. three simplistic words that heal you. a photo will not heal you. only occupy the eye for a short moment and then become insignificant.
I guess it comes down to personal preference. I like to understand things and the easiest way for me to do that if through direct words. I don’t like to be confused any further than i have to. sure words can be confusing if you don’t yet know what a word means or if you don’t know the person so you don’t understand why they use the words they do because you don’t know their situation. But this is all understandable in time. a picture is to much confusion for my liking. it can, or cannot, mean so many things, and I don’t like that. its not direct and it doesn’t show me anything except something that may or may no be visually appealing, in which case if it is not I will spend no more of my time pondering this and attempting to understand it. which i suppose makes me picture racist. but pictures can be ugly. words cannot. only the way we use words can be ugly. hence why words are beautiful. and this ALL is why i am completely in awe of words. not pictures.